Amber Highsun Journal

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-UnholyWon-

May 14, 2024, 02:48:45 PM
A worn and tattered journal, the leather covered splashed with various shades of black ink with numerous finger prints about the still supple cover. Inside are the contents of a young woman and tattoo artist's thoughts, feelings, goals, and drawings. Perhaps you shouldn't be peering into the private life of the woman, but a peek couldn't hurt, right?

Page 1 - Date: Unknown

We've travelled for days! The sun and unrelenting heat are almost to much to bare. Marc says we are getting close to a fortified outpost in the wastes, but I've watched them all nervously talk amongst themselves in hushed tones for several nights. My lips are parched, my tummy grumbles, and my body aches. Mom says as long as we stay with Marc we will be ok and we should have nothing to fear.

It feels more dangerous every night. I'll try not to worry, I'll try to be strong for mom, but even if Marc was dad's most trusted friend, I don't trust him now.

 
Discord - Howlando: UnholyWon, an Elder Thing that has crawled from the depths of Chapter 1, many a nature-pc and adventurer played in the past... a rare sighting IG in recent chapters, but perhaps less rare than we realize. Beware his professional insight into the minds of the mentally disturbed.

-UnholyWon-

#1
May 15, 2024, 03:20:04 PM
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The group, if you can call it a group is smaller by five. Two men, one woman, and two children died last week. No matter how much we boil the water it continues to poison us. Many of us are with fever or our stomachs rot from within. I'm sure this sickness will be the death of us. My mother is not well, and grows weaker by the day. Hopefully we will find some shelter and clean water soon.

I'm so tired. 
Discord - Howlando: UnholyWon, an Elder Thing that has crawled from the depths of Chapter 1, many a nature-pc and adventurer played in the past... a rare sighting IG in recent chapters, but perhaps less rare than we realize. Beware his professional insight into the minds of the mentally disturbed.

-UnholyWon-

#2
May 17, 2024, 12:05:26 AM
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The howling cold winds causing the sands to las out against my little pieces of exposed skin I do not cover. I drag my mother on a litter but with each step the weight of her because more of a burden, and my group waits for no one. I know what I will do or what I should do... gods I plead to you for guidance and for strength. This world was abandoned by gods, none shall hear my pleas.

What shall I do?
Discord - Howlando: UnholyWon, an Elder Thing that has crawled from the depths of Chapter 1, many a nature-pc and adventurer played in the past... a rare sighting IG in recent chapters, but perhaps less rare than we realize. Beware his professional insight into the minds of the mentally disturbed.

-UnholyWon-

#3
May 18, 2024, 05:35:46 AM
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It happened, a fight among the men and the survivors. We had just found shelter, a small amount of supplies, and a collection of jars of water. We were all tired, hungry, and dehydrated. It started with cheers of happiness and hope, but ended screams and terror. Swords clashed against clubs, knives stabbed into flesh, and spells blinded and burned. I lay over my mother to protect from the onslaught as tears streamed down my cheeks. We had just found shelter, food, and water only to turn on one another.

Those who survived would die. There wounds were not mortal but grievous and soon infection would set in poisoning the blood. How long did we stayed there caring for the weak and dying.

We push forward, I won't let this be our graves.   
Discord - Howlando: UnholyWon, an Elder Thing that has crawled from the depths of Chapter 1, many a nature-pc and adventurer played in the past... a rare sighting IG in recent chapters, but perhaps less rare than we realize. Beware his professional insight into the minds of the mentally disturbed.

-UnholyWon-

#4
May 21, 2024, 01:02:25 AM
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How unrelenting the heat of the Sun, it pains the eyes, burns the flesh, and saps away our water and strength. Mother and I continue forward, each step a war against Death, but Death is patient. Death lingers out of the corners of our vision stalking his prey.

Soon we will shall perish, and where we falls will be our tomb. The ever changing sands shall erase us from this world and we shall cease to be a thought.

My thoughts and Death be damned.
Discord - Howlando: UnholyWon, an Elder Thing that has crawled from the depths of Chapter 1, many a nature-pc and adventurer played in the past... a rare sighting IG in recent chapters, but perhaps less rare than we realize. Beware his professional insight into the minds of the mentally disturbed.

-UnholyWon-

#5
May 25, 2024, 09:56:06 PM
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I awoke, finding myself in a bed with my sunburnt skin wrapped in salve soaked linens. My thirst quenched, my body in pain, and my strength weakened. Death and the desert did not claim me.

Eshaal, my healer and teacher, along with her followers found me in the wastelands. My skin badly burned and cracked. I had lied to myself, my survival depended on the survival of my mother, but this was untrue. My mother had died some time ago, and I dragged her corpse with me across the desert sands believing I would save her and myself if I continued on. I did not come to know this immediately, but once my body was healed and my mind returned Eshaal revealed the truth to me. I cannot explain the myriad of emotions I experienced that day, but I remember Eshaal helped me find peace.

Eshaal over the course of our travels would teach me many things. She would provide me with a passion for art in the form of tattooing people. She would unlock within me a hidden well of magical power, and teach me how to wield arcane magics. She would show me the world still have much to offer, and the Goddess Gellema would provide a way  to these.

So many wonders... 
Discord - Howlando: UnholyWon, an Elder Thing that has crawled from the depths of Chapter 1, many a nature-pc and adventurer played in the past... a rare sighting IG in recent chapters, but perhaps less rare than we realize. Beware his professional insight into the minds of the mentally disturbed.

-UnholyWon-

#6
May 29, 2024, 04:45:26 PM
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Eshaal has asked me to tale her my story. My story and all of its relationships, tribulations, excitements, and joyous moments. As I tell my story, her needle repeatedly plunged into my skin over and over again. Yes, it is painful, but overtime it becomes numb and even welcomed. Night by night, the ritual continues. I speak my story and the needle plunges into my skin. I've grown very comfortable with the feeling of pain because my body is constantly in the healing process, pain is a daily feeling. Eshaal does not apply any arcane healing, instead she says, "Our stories hold a great deal of emotions within them. At times it is painful to recount our stories, but we learn from our pain. We grow and change from our pain. We can make peace with our pain."

Our stories can be made into beautiful works of art. Our works of art can been seen by every person we meet. Our stories and the stories of those before us live on.

But not every story is truthful.   
Discord - Howlando: UnholyWon, an Elder Thing that has crawled from the depths of Chapter 1, many a nature-pc and adventurer played in the past... a rare sighting IG in recent chapters, but perhaps less rare than we realize. Beware his professional insight into the minds of the mentally disturbed.

-UnholyWon-

#7
June 03, 2024, 07:26:25 PM
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Eshaal called them earworms, a catchy tune or melody where the words would get stuck in your head and you just repeat them over and over again. Everyone is susceptible to them, let your words be like a song when you speak to captivate and enchant. You want people to think you are the jewel of the desert, remind them daily of your beauty, and flaunt all that is you. You want them to believe you are a drunk, then be at the bar often, and drink beyond your fill. You want them to think you are artist, then create art, and make people believe in this art.

I could be anything, but how does someone pick a name.

Discord - Howlando: UnholyWon, an Elder Thing that has crawled from the depths of Chapter 1, many a nature-pc and adventurer played in the past... a rare sighting IG in recent chapters, but perhaps less rare than we realize. Beware his professional insight into the minds of the mentally disturbed.

-UnholyWon-

#8
June 08, 2024, 06:55:35 AM
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The day of my naming. I will be written Grimoire of Obscured, a book Eshaal uses to give and record the names of those who willing follow Gellema.

I can't write about the rites I engaged in but I was given the name Amber Highsun. Its nothing like my old name, which I strangely can't remember. It doesn't matter, I'm so excited because my new life starts now.

Everything changes now...
Discord - Howlando: UnholyWon, an Elder Thing that has crawled from the depths of Chapter 1, many a nature-pc and adventurer played in the past... a rare sighting IG in recent chapters, but perhaps less rare than we realize. Beware his professional insight into the minds of the mentally disturbed.

-UnholyWon-

#9
June 10, 2024, 09:34:39 PM
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My first of many tattoos given to me by Eshaal. She described a tale of a great and powerful bird that once roamed the skies above its form blazing like the sun. She called it a Phoenix, its destiny is live a long and prosperous life bring hope and protection to those who would harm the weak and destitute. Once the Phoenix had lived all of its days it would be consumed by flames. The very flames that cut through the winds with each flap of its mighty wings. As the Ash of the bird would fall to the ground a small being would be born. Actually it would be reborn, it grow, learn, and then teach.

She told the story much better then I did but once the story was done, so was the tattoo. A fiery Phoenix now decorates my right shoulder blade, and feel it page homage to my naming. In order for Amber to be born the old me had to die.

Sometimes, I can feel heat on my back, a strange warmth that protects me.
Discord - Howlando: UnholyWon, an Elder Thing that has crawled from the depths of Chapter 1, many a nature-pc and adventurer played in the past... a rare sighting IG in recent chapters, but perhaps less rare than we realize. Beware his professional insight into the minds of the mentally disturbed.

-UnholyWon-

#10
June 14, 2024, 11:59:17 PM
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A harrowing event in our travels. We were tracks by a large group of goblins, perhaps 30 heads, and they all descended on us in the cover of night. Their burning red eyes full of hatred and blood lust, they came with rusted blades, crude spears, and stones.

We were prepared for them. We met them with blade and magic cutting down the weaker of their tribe swiftly. Dark crimson splattered against the desert sands spilling out precious life for the desert to drink. I learned then I was capable of conjuring a inkling from a bottle of ink to fight for me. I could command the summons to strike or to defend against attackers. The goblins were defeated, and we took what little the goblin band had to on them.

The desert is an unforgiving land. Ever shifting and changing with the winds. One day its secrets are revealed, and another those secrets are hidden away lost to time.
Discord - Howlando: UnholyWon, an Elder Thing that has crawled from the depths of Chapter 1, many a nature-pc and adventurer played in the past... a rare sighting IG in recent chapters, but perhaps less rare than we realize. Beware his professional insight into the minds of the mentally disturbed.
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